✨ Under the surface I hide my nerves and it worsens, I worry something is gonna hurt us Under the surface The ship doesn’t swerve as it heard how big the iceberg is Under the surface I think about my purpose Can I somehow preserve this? But wait If I could shake the crushing weight Of expectations would that free some room up for joy? Or relaxation? Or simple pleasure? Instead we measure this growing pressure Keeps growing, keep going‘Cause all we know isPressure like a drip, drip, drip that’ll never stop, woah Pressure that’ll tip, tip, tip ’til you just go pop, woah-oh-ohGive it to your sister, it doesn’t…